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[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

S2E20: The Nerds and the Doom Domes

aka a quick run down about why it had to be Cooper to tell Mateo what he did

Ok so the lines:

Mateo: "[The Dream Realms] They're in the wrong places! This isn't right." Cooper: "But it's great- I mean look at it! It doesn't have to be exactly the same as it was before. I learned a lot of new stuff, I'm better!" Mateo: "But how do we know it'll be better?" Cooper: "We don't. We can hope for the best-"

Why are these lines so important? Why am I saying it had to be Cooper? Why am I making a whole post about said few lines-?

Well ok, first we have to understand that the narrative basically likes to play this game of tug-o-war with Cooper, it's constantly doing this; Mateo or Logan, his family or his friends, what he wants or what someone else wants of him, to stay the same and be perfect or change, etc.

That last one is actually pretty important because most other decisions and challenges he's faced with in the show can fit under it; ie. does he keep doing what he's been doing and listen to his family or does he change and go against that and do something else? Does he stay friends with Mateo and nothing changes or does he become friends with Logan and change, well, everything, basically? (Because Logan is actually a decently huge plot mover in season one and technically you could say he wouldn't even be a part of the group if not for Cooper but- I'm not going to get into that here).

Point is, throughout the entire show thus far Cooper has been tied to change, not only in the ways mentioned above but in other things too; like how his capture by the Night Hunter in episode one kind of sets everything off, because suddenly Izzie and Mateo have a stake in this their friend is in danger, so it goes from fun in the dream world to -> save our friend and start figuring everything out. Furthermore he even has a whole sub plot in season two about how the loss of his memories changed him and how else he changed his way of doing/thinking of things to make up for said lost memories. And honestly that's just the tip of the iceberg, I could go on-

But anyway.

So Cooper = Change in this, or at least the idea of change and the choice whether or not to accept change or go against it.

Sound familiar? As in maybe there's another character, or two, that really struggles to accept change-?

And I might make a post about this because it's really fascinating to me but I am in fact talking about Mateo!

Throughout the series Mateo's aversion to change is constantly popping up, and I guess you could really equate change to loss in some of these: but in S1E4 he doesn't want to go through the Dream Forge due to the idea of loosing Z-Blob. In part one of season two Mateo is constantly struggling with not only the fact that things changed and he lost Z-Blob to the point where everything he dream crafts is almost some subconscious attempt to recreate/get Z back but he also struggles immensely with the whole Jasmin situation because to some degree you can clearly tell he doesn't want the dynamic in his family to change, (I mean just look at how he reacted to the idea that Jasmin and Izzie were changing how they went about celebrating José's birthday-)

"Jasmin's changing everything!"

Mateo very clearly struggles with the idea of change because if anything he probably ends up equating change to loss. Every time some big change has happened in his life he has lost something; his mom, Cooper, Z-Blob, which is no doubt related to why he seemed so bugged by the placement of the dream realms being changed. To him it probably looks something like "Positions of dream realms changed -> change = bad because it leads to loss -> this is wrong, something will go wrong!"

Thus that brings us the line: "They're in the wrong places! This isn't right."

With all this being said though, Mateo hating change and Cooper, in a way representing, the idea/choice that leads to change it all starts to add up.

Cooper was, from what we've seen, the first change that Mateo had to face that went right, Cooper came back and while their friendship had changed if anything it was for the better. In the grand scheme of things Cooper was probably what eventually led Logan to stop bullying Mateo. And if Cooper hadn't lost Mateo's comic in S1E13 who's to say Mateo ever would have gotten that semblance of courage from Mrs. Castillo to share his comic with people-? (albeit this one was a bit indirect on Cooper's part lol)

Cooper inspired small, good, changes in Mateo's life which have honestly seemed to snowball pretty well for Mateo. But at the same time Cooper also had to learn how to deal with his own problems with change and practically his whole life being flipped upside down thanks to his lost memories.

Both of them have been affected by change, in both good and bad ways, their entire relationship has changed but while Mateo views change as bad Cooper figured out that it wasn't all bad, that there is good in it and that maybe it, maybe they aren't the exact same as they were before but in spite of all that they're better now.

Anyone could have told Mateo this, if anything Izzie has tried, but, really, Cooper is the one that's going to help Mateo realize that change isn't always bad. That change is ok, because Cooper changed, their friendship changed, but they're both still there.

[nina-ya]

DILEMMAS I don’t know if I should write this law fic on work on personal things

[boimlerkisser]

Brad fell first but Ximeena fell harder. If you were wondering

For him it was basically instant, but when she eventually realized she was developing feelings for him it was OVER 😂 she's so disgustingly head over heels for him (WITHOUT the aid of a parasite) that the others would find it sickening if it wasn't for how happy they both are.

[dulcebot]

this trend but it’s kaia and poppy

[zedxspacess]

Did you guys know I love Nigel McGuinness? I think I’ve been dropping subtle hints I love Nigel McGuinness.

[always-a-joyful-note]

Anyway I'm crying because Tsumugi is trying so hard to help her idols grow into the people they want to be. She wants to protect them and their happiness and bond so much but she also wants to let them be free. She's not struggling on how to lead them but how to guide them, and she is thinking so much about them but what about thinking about herself? It's so fascinating to me that she's kind of made Idolish7 herself, which is I think why we see her struggling so much with the fact of letting them go....but at the same time, she's not wrong about how their terrifying growth is starting to fracture them in a different way than before. And and and -

[hegrowth]

do you ever just...

me: I love my original characters my brain: then tell me about them me: -dial up noises-

[thingsiwannareblog]

Butcher knife??? I ‘ardly KNOW ‘er knife!

So what makes a butcher knife more butch than other knives?

[otome-dissection]

one day i'll have a meaningful and insightful post to write about how (at least so far, ive only finished up to k1) just about everyone majima has ever respected or found strength in has either died or is being perpetually kept away from him (like makoto and saejima) but like i'm tired and i have my first calculus test tomorrow and multiple projects to work on so maybe later

[mashmouths]

using wooden coffee stir sticks as chopsticks at work bc i'm tired of eating kimbap with a spoon ('-_-)/|

[dr-wormman]

Thinking bout how Dame Aylin is probably the only person who could get Mooring to second-guess himself and his relationship with Balthazar. He’s very resistant to being attached to someone, allowing someone else to influence him; he is under the impression that this whole situationship with Balthazar is purely because ‘well, I'm inevitably going to die soon, this guy is attractive and usually in close proximity to me, I might as well have some fun while I can’ (that IS the reason. But he's grown a bit too reliant on using Balthazar as a distraction/coping method and so he's not as detached as he wants to be and thinks he is).

Mooring’s under no illusion that Balthazar is remotely a good person, and he has his own highly questionable morals, so the mere knowledge of Aylin wouldn't unnerve him much (just another atrocity to add to the pile). MEETING Aylin however…… Mooring is generally unempathetic but eve he can recognize that her situation is fucking awful, seeing her in person would make it more Real— if he were to find out how easy it is to free her, either from Aylin herself telling him, or Balthazar saying something careless, the ceiling would crash down on him (the ceiling being his perspective and sense of self). I have no idea how to explain this next part coherently in a way that says exactly what I want it to because this whole concept quite literally came to me in a dream but I'm going to try via greentext format because that's how my thoughts show up in my brain.

> Mooring could help Aylin, but he wont

>no, it's not because he's loyal to Ketheric. He hardly knows or cares about that guy

> No, it's not because he's afraid of Balthazar. He got over being scared of him after the first tenday of meeting him

> ok so if it's not either of those reasons why is he so hesitant to help someone he recognizes is in a great deal of pain

>wait a minute

> it's not because He's afraid of Balthazar, but because he Wants to please him. He is not afraid of Balthazar hurting him, but of upsetting him and losing the intimacy they shared

>losing the intimacy he has been using to make himself feel better amid the dread that comes with the knowledge of his impending death. That he has grown RELIANT ON

>he is not going to do a (relatively. Depending on how he went about it) effortless, and inherently good deed because he has allowed someone else to influence his actions. He has become a pet (and not in a fun way)

> D:

>AUGAHAHAAHGHHHHH

I've been thinking of a dialogue exchange between Mooring and Aylin that would lead to this. Maybe I'll write it out Idk. after the ceiling crashes, Mooring would definitely try to distance himself from Balthazar, as if to prove to himself that he doesn't need him. but he would inevitably slide back when the dread gets to be too much

ANYWAYS that might have gotten a little heavy but it's ok heres a picture I took with my phone because I was so excited to see Balthy in this scene I forgot I could screenshot

[ozarkthedog]

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠

summary: Logan fucks you with one of his cigars.

pairing: Logan Howlett x afab!reader

warnings: 18+ mdni. smut. object insertion -> unlit cigar. don't try this at home. wc: 509

an: welp, here i am, writing about object insertion once again. first time writing Logan despite pining for him since 2000. thanks to @missredherring for having no qualms about being fucked with a cigar. you're a real one.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐬

Logan lands a heavy thumb on your clit and swirls the tiny button producing an excess of slick from your glistening sex. "Want 'er nice n' wet." He brazenly informs while puffing on a lit cigar nestled between his lips.

Earlier, he tempted you into his bedroom with a grin; you didn't notice the new box of cigars tucked under his arm. He softly commanded you to lie on his bed and to hold your legs apart.

"I wanna try somethin'."

You should've known how this would turn out when he stood between your thighs and brought one of the fresh cigars to his nose, smelling it like a predator catching whiff of wounded prey.

He teases the head of an uncapped cigar along your puffy, slick opening and slowly drags the blunt end up and down, making sure to gather as much sticky arousal as he can before pushing into your warmth. "There ya go, you can take it."

The pressure is noticeable as it glides across your velvet walls. The cigar is as thick as one of Logan's fingers and grazes all the right spots as he languidly fucks you with it. "Wanna taste ya all day long."

Your stomach cramps at the thought of how inappropriate it was to be fucked with such an object, not to mention the fact that Logan would be puffing away on your pussy soaked cigar in front of people.

"Come on, kid. Drench it." Logan commands, making your cunt clench hard as he rubs tight, steady circles around your clit and forces you to come with no chance of denial.

He husks immoral praise while he continues to thrust the cigar deeper, staining it with your arousal until you try to clamp your thighs together and push at his forearms, overwrought with mind-numbing bliss. "Logan, please," you whimper pitifully as your cunt beats in time with your heart.

He smirks before sliding the cigar from your heat, eliciting a soft, relieved groan from your chest. You watch in awe as he raises and inspects the cigar. It's effectively soaked, dripping with your creamy arousal, and the thought makes you lightheaded.

Logan plucks the old cigar he was puffing on from his mouth and eagerly replaces it with the one just inside you. He cuts the cigar cap with a butterfly blade he keeps stowed in his pocket before flicking his lighter; the foot sizzles, burning like the sun before he takes a few cautious drags and tongues the freshly sodded head. Earthy smoke swirls from his mouth as he leers down at you like a dragon fresh after a kill.

"Fuckin' delicious," he mutters. The words are garbled, barely coherent, over the cigar before he rolls it to the corner of his mouth with his tongue.

A weak laugh breezes out of your throat, and you shake your head with bewilderment before two brute hands catch you by surprise and wedge your knees apart. Logan splays your thighs wide open with a wicked smile.

"Got 9 more to go, bub."

feel free to scream at me -> 💌

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[coffee-rack-art]

It's about the INTRIGUE! it's about the POTENTIAL! Early seasons Margaret is shown to be into Trapper multiple times in a way we don't really see her into Hawkeye. I think they were leading up to something like this with Margaret and Trapper anyway (see: bombed) but we didn't make it all the way there. I don't think it's even necessarily the sleeping together part that I care about here (lie) but moreso the shared moment of vulnerability in a time of crisis that would be interesting to see with Trapper (who we don't see in these kind of tense situations that often) and Margaret (who needs to be seen as put together and competent as a woman in the army).

What I'm trying to say is this: put Trapper in danger! Hawkeye's always the one going into the war zone (see: Dear Dad and Aid Station). Seeing how he would react on the other end of it would be something new! Trapper with his life in danger where suddenly Hawkeye is not there to make light of the situation and he has to grapple with very real human emotions in a very scary situation.

Then in the part 2, where Margaret is acting domestic and Hawkeye is unenthusiastic and uninterested and trying to get out of the situation, Hawkeye's whole schtick of being allergic to commitment also works with Trapper. But Trapper is married! So it's more complicated. Margaret has a history of sleeping with a married man so there would be an added layer of this falling in line w her patterns. There would also be the internal conflict of her whole thing in the ep being her learning that Donald is cheating on her, so cheating with known cheater Trapper complicates things even more. You can tell I feel strongly about this because I'm vocally in support of lessening Hawkeye's role in an episode despite the fact that I think he should be involved in everything in every episode all of the time lol.

Comrade In Arms but Trapper is there instead :)

[kamelika]

a whole new sensation

hiori yo x f!reader tw: smut and overstimulation ahead (i wanted to try to write smut, my bad if its under expectations) all characters aged up!!

Your ex-boyfriend had never stirred pleasure in you. You two did have sexual intercourse once or twice, but he never actually made you cum. Instead, he would just call you insensible and hard to please. That's why you are sitting before Hiori- your new boyfriend-, convinced that you'll have to pretend that it feels good like when you were with your ex-boyfriend, while Hiori thinks he can prove both your ex and you yourself wrong. "Hiori..." You spoke out, voice tinged with worry. "If I don't get my release, would that mean my ex is correct after all? That I'm just insensible and hard to please?"

"Ya' don't need to worry about that, sweets. I'll make sure ya' do."

He replied, the last segment laced with something you can't quite catch a grip on.

He moved to sit beside the bed and pull you into his lap before slyly sliding a hand under your skirt. Tapping gently at your wet, clothed cunt, he speaks out.

"If ya' can get wet, I'd presume ya' can cum too."

He gently pulls down your panties and kisses your forehead.

"Have sum' faith in me, sweets."

He slides a finger in, and almost immediately, you arch your back, holding back a moan. He merely chuckles.

"Insensible? Yer' the most sensitive person I've met, yer' already clenching around me frum just a single finger."

He slowly moves his finger around, until you suddenly jerk up.

"Seems I've found yer' spot, yeah?"

He smiles tenderly, actions contradicting his soft and gentle words. "'Kay, well now that I've found yer' spot..."

He moves his finger at a faster pace, hitting your G-spot over and over again, but this time, he gently brings up a finger to press on your clit. Almost immediately, you let out your release as well as an apt and fitting moan. You pant, laying your back against him while he pats you soothingly. That felt amazing. It was nothing like your ex could ever do in a million years. It was a whole new sensation.

"See? Knew ya' could do it." "I-" "Hush. There's a lot more to come." He lays your back on the bed and pecks your lip before inserting his girth in one thrust. Shocked by the sudden intrusion, a loud and throaty moan escapes your lips, and he quickly begins to thrust in and out with a merciless pace.

"H-Hiiioorriii..."

You whine.

"Please... Slow down, it hurts..."

He merely replies by ruffling your hair and kissing your forehead. "Shh... Ya' can take it, right? Yer' doing so well."

He ruthlessly thrusts in and out of you, enjoying the sight of your teary eyes. After a few more thrusts, you both came undone. It was the same sensation, but somehow, it felt... different. Like it was laced with something. But oh well, you could barely form a coherent thought, so it doesn't matter.

You thought you both were done. But no, oh, no no no no no no no. Those were only the 2 times he'd made you cum out of the dozens of releases he put you through that night. Poor you, you were sobbing by the end of it, head throbbing and cunt aching.

"Ya' hangin on there, Y/N?"

He gently brushes the hair on your face aside. Before you could even open your mouth, you blacked out, body falling limp.

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨ ᰔ ୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

By the time you woke up, you were clean, in a new set of pajamas, with hair neat, and a glass of water on the table beside your bed. Hiori walks in, holding a bag filled to the brim with your favorite snacks.

"Oh, yer' awake."

He smiles gently, coming over towards you and placing a gentle hand on your forehead.

"Yer' okay now, thank the heavens."

He flashes the most gentle and heartwarming smile before proceeding to say the most atrocious thing you've ever heard.

"We should do this more often."

Oh god.

a/n: im too embarrassed to reread 😢

[bloodblanks]

do homicipher characters experience arousal?

i want to preface this by saying that i am not in any way, shape, or form criticizing other homicipher writers and/or their headcanons. i absolutely adore the work i’ve seen from everyone and am grateful to be able to read it! this is simply my personal thoughts on this topic so i hope it doesn’t come across like i’m trying to demean anyone else’s work.

additional note: i write reader insert so i will be referring to us as the reader rather than mc, but my post should work for both interpretations ^^

this is something i’ve been thinking about a lot since i’m working on some nsfw homicipher headcanons myself. from what i’ve read, a lot of homicipher work headcanon the characters as not really experiencing and/or knowing what arousal is, at least until they meet the reader (which is extremely endearing and flattering, i love the concept, and there’s nothing wrong with it!) but i personally came to the conclusion that homicipher characters do experience arousal, and have experienced it before meeting the reader. however, i believe their perception of arousal differs from ours.

to start, the reason i think they experience arousal to begin with, is because arousal isn’t just an emotional or mental response, but also a physiological function. similar to other physical needs (ie: food, sleep, water)—which i think they also require though that’s for another post—arousal doesn’t necessarily require conscious thought or emotional processes. arousal can be merely a response to touch or certain sensory inputs, something that happens regardless of how we think or feel.

while i think arousal is a natural function for them, i don’t believe they are likely to have had sex with other homicipher characters. the reason for that is also why i say they experience arousal differently—they don’t understand attraction. this is based on both my personal bias of wanting them to ourselves, but also the in game interactions with mr. hood and mr. silvair, where they fail to grasp the concept of ‘liking’ an individual.

since they don’t experience attraction (yet!), i imagine their perception of arousal would be a mechanical or instinctual one; just something their bodies respond to. much like thoughtlessly scratching an itch, they likely address it more as a physical need to take care of, rather than associating it with any deeper desires or having it directed/related to another person.

my silly little reader insert loving self does insist that they feel some sort of attraction towards us, though, which i believe will be a newfound feeling for them that can change how they experience arousal. with them able to feel attraction towards us, their once neutral and unassuming need can become something more intimate, romantic, or even obsessive depending on the character.

tl;dr homicipher characters have always experienced arousal but only as a bodily function, as they don’t understand attraction until meeting and developing interest in the reader, which changes their perception of arousal to something more complex and intimate.

thank you everyone for reading my silly little shower thoughts. i hope this was coherent enough and made sense! (>^ω^<)

feel free to leave any of your thoughts below if you have any comments on this! and feel free to argue with me if you think i’m yapping nonsense... (･･;)

[beomie3]

2am ☽༓･*˚⁺

bf!beomgyu x fem!reader

warnings: smut, reader is super horny n desperate for beomgyu at 2am, make out, oral f!recieving, face sitting, use of vibrator, safe(ish) sex, praise kink? cum eating, they are super messy lol.

wc: 4k

♫ title track: 2am - che ecru

･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ

thunder rumbles overhead and you're still restless under the sheets, thinking about the way beomgyu looked in his tight jeans today; the way his bulge naturally poked out a little too much to go unnoticed by you. you just wanted to palm him through his jeans, see that fucked out half-open smile when he's falling apart under your touch.

you replayed scenarios in your head, imagining all of the dirty things you would've done to him when you two sat on the couch earlier playing charades instead of fucking, which you so needed right now. nonetheless, you still had tons of fun with him earlier, you were just horny as hell right now lol.

you rubbed your thighs together at the dirty thoughts replaying in your mind as beomgyu lay "sound asleep" next to you, not knowing that his eyes had fluttered open moments ago from your sudden squirming. he had fallen asleep a while ago, lulled by your warmth and the whir of soft thunder and rain at your window, but here you were wide awake.

he turned around from being little spoon, suddenly facing you with slightly tired eyes, lips puffy from sleep, heavy head propped on his sandwiched hands. you just wanted to crash your lips to his, press your body so tightly to his and tangle all of your limbs together. but you feared maybe he wasn't in the mood and you didn't want to wake him any further.

but oh hell, did beomgyu know that horny look on your face; the way your eyes slightly narrowed with unholy thoughts behind them, subtle flush on your cheeks, body warm and threatening to break out in a sweat.

if it wasn't for your squirming, beomgyu would probably still wake up because of how hot your body temperature was, practically screaming out for some sexual attention.

oh yes, he noticed all of these things about your current state but he remained innocent, acting like he had but a clue in the world to what you were experiencing. just staring at you with tired puppy eyes barely visible in the warm glow of your night light.

"what's wrong baby?" he cooed in his deep, sleepy voice, not intending to turn you on the amount that it did. your legs were shut so tight, slick wetness beginning to seep past your panties and onto your thighs. oh was beomgyu in for a wet surprise.

"i-" you struggled to find the right words to say without saying what you really wanted to say; fuck me right now beomgyu, i need you inside me at this instant!

instead you searched his eyes with a half open mouth, the words caught in your throat and having to clear it a couple times. noticing your struggle to admit your horniness, beomgyu began trailing his fingers up your thigh, feather soft, making it even harder to speak out.

"it's okay baby, just say it. say whatever you want to say," his pinky finger began lightly prodding at your hot and throbbing clit through the wet fabric, stifling a moan as he ever so slowly slipped his pinky past the elastic of your underwear.

"you looked so good today beomgyu. so fucking- hah," you were halted when he pressed his pinky to your absolutely drenched core, circling around your entrance without any added pressure.

"continue on my love, i'm interested," he was beginning to tease you, slowly inserting the tip of his pinky into you as you tried to form coherent sentences, already fucked out by his pinky. barely his pinky.

"i've just...been thinking about being stuffed with your cock all night and i thought i could make it through the night but i can't- i just can't gyu," you moaned out his name at the end, as he had slipped a hand under your (really his) baggy shirt and began circling your nipple with his cold fingertip until it was perky, pelting your entire body with chills.

"you need me to stuff you full of my cock? you could've just said that earlier baby," his deep voice trickled into your ear as he pressed a light kiss to your jaw in the dark, his entire hand already drenched by your juices as he hadn't even done much down there except prod at your clit and slightly finger you with one pinky. you nodded furiously.

"i can do that. i can do double that," he kissed your jaw again, reaching over you and into the drawer of the bedside table to pull out the pink vibrator you both kept there to use during frisky times like these.

he sensed just how badly you needed to be fucked, practically wetting the bed with your arousal and exuding feverish amounts of body heat with how horny you were. he'd be sure to give you the night you needed. give you everything he had in him; even bringing in the help of a toy, turning you on so much you nearly felt dizzy. beomgyu to the rescue!

and so he started out slow, leaning on his elbow next to you as he peeled back the sheets over your bottom half, rubbing the vibrator that had yet to be turned on over your underwear, making you whine out.

but you enjoyed the anticipation, moaning against his lips as you passionately made out. desperately tugging on the fabric of his plain black shirt. he got the memo and slid it off, running your hands down his warm, delicious skin, desiring to press your soon to be naked body to his so badly.

the pace of your make out was quickened as you sat up and he followed, pulling your night shirt off and abandoning it to the side, savoring your hot skin with his hands as he smoothed them over your chest, back, and waist.

you held his face as you kissed him, becoming rougher as you wrapped your arms around his neck, sucking at his plump lips. fuck- he was so delicious you just couldn't think straight, head buzzing with euphoria as you pressed your bare chest to his and felt the warmth seep from his skin, nipples perky against him.

you sat onto your knees with your ass in the air to help him slide your panties off, not noticing the strings of wetness clinging to the wet fabric in the dark, but then you immediately felt the cold air hit your wet thighs, making you aware of just how drenched you were.

"how are you this fucking wet? i love it," he nearly moaned against your neck as you leaned over him, collecting some of your juices with two fingers and placing them into his mouth, quickly crashing his lips back onto yours with sloppy tongue so that you could taste yourself on his lips.

"don't you taste so good?" he pulled away, gazing up at you starry eyed as you bit your lip and smiled, seeing his white teeth slightly peek through his lips in the dim light.

you were on all fours leaning over him, ass still in the air and he took advantage of this by sitting up on his knees, hand firm on your back to keep you in this position.

he turned the vibrator on but took his time nearing it to where you needed it most, watching you writhe as he placed it onto your leg, ass cheek, everywhere BUT your soaked and neglected pussy. you were on the brink of frustration, moaning and clenching around nothing desperately to notify beomgyu of how needy you were.

he was enjoying this; lip between his teeth, conscious of the throb in his dick as it lay flush against his stomach under his plaid pajama pants. he also couldn't wait to fuck you, but he wanted to treat you to as many orgasms as he could before it was his turn to stuff you with his cock as he had promised.

finally, the vibrator reached your clit as he held it between your legs from behind, your back arching as you let out a loud moan, head thrown back and hair messy over your face. it felt so good, especially the feeling of beomgyu's attentive eyes on you, controlling the speed and placement of the toy against your desperate clit.

wetness dribbled down your thigh, serving as beomgyu's cue to lick it up and savor more of your taste because he loved it, situating himself behind you and starting to lick up your thighs. you grew louder as he began to eat you out from the back, still holding the vibrator to your clit as he fucked you with his tongue, cursing at the sheer pleasure.

he too began to moan at how hot this was; you on all fours, ass in his face as he ate you out while double stimulating you, now triple stimulating you as his moans also vibrated against your entrance and had you nearly screaming.

you cried out incoherent sentences as he sucked the juices from your entrance, eyes rolling back as you were so close to snapping. you yelped when he turned the vibrator speed up a notch higher, right up against your swollen clit as you came hard, clenching around nothing but his tongue that was there to catch your juices as you rode it through your waves of pleasure.

so not to overstimulate you, he pulled the vibrator away from your wet folds and over to your nipples, perking up at the vibration over them.

you hung your head, nearly falling over from the instant fatigue after coming so hard. but he kept you there with a firm hand on your hip, kissing and licking your skin like it was an ice cream; tongue trailing all around your thighs, ass, and back, licking a long stripe to your ear as he gently nibbled on it and sent chills darting up your spine in small waves.

he rolled the vibrator off to the side, quickly sliding himself under you and helping you to straddle him, to which you immediately began messily undoing the strings of his pajama pants.

he lifted his hips and slid his fuzzy pants down along with his boxers, stained heavily with precum as he had grown painfully hard at the sight and sounds of you so needy for him.

the two of you were beautifully bare now, and you lowered your hips down to his, sitting on the underside of his warm, throbbing and rock hard dick, causing both of you to breathlessly moan out when you began to grind on it, whimpering when the rim of his tip perfectly massaged your aching clit.

slick sounds filled the room and you picked up the pace with the guidance of his firm grasp on your hips, already feeling the urge to come again just by the sensation of his warm cock sliding through your puffy folds perfectly.

"wait baby," he slowed your back and forth movements on his dick and looked up at you with his beautiful brown, doe eyes; both love and lust shining in their depths.

"come on my face?" he tilted his head slightly and you could just melt on sight. he was just too perfect and cute for this world, asking you for something so nasty, but sounding like the best idea in the world.

you smirked and leaned down to kiss him, his soft hand coming up to cup your cheek, tongue entering your mouth as it quickly got heated and his dick was prodding at your entrance. as badly as you just wanted to slide him inside of you, he made you wait for it which made it even better, like the cherry on top of all the foreplay.

using his hands to guide your hips, he groped at the plush of your ass, tracing little soothing circles over the red skin after squeezing it so hard. you crawled on your knees to position yourself over his pretty face, knees sinking into the pillows on either side of his dark head of hair.

he looked up at you like you were the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen, using his thumbs to spread your wet folds open as he licked his lips at the delicious sight, a low rumble in his throat as he groaned, hungry for you.

sitting down on his face with the guidance of his hands on your hips, he began to go at it; licking and sucking and slurping and making out with your lower lips, throwing your head back with a loud moan with how fantastic he was. sliding his fingers up and down your waist, pinching at your nipples to add to the pleasure.

while he was busy eating you out like you were the best meal he's ever had, you reached over to grab the vibrator, turning it on the lowest setting and reaching behind you to run it up the length of his cock, leaving it on his tip and he moaned into your folds.

he wasn't expecting to be teased back but to say he enjoyed it was an understatement. he fucking loved the sensation against his throbbing head mixed with your taste all over his mouth. and you loved it too, tongue stuffed so deep into you that you could feel his moans vibrate into you, lightly grinding your hips against his tongue to fuck yourself with it.

it wasn't long before you were completely riding his face, both fucked out of your minds as he mumbled incoherent words against your slick folds, lapping and flicking his tongue across your clit messily as he held it firm for you to use like a toy, so so close to unraveling all over him.

"how are you so fucking good beomgyu?" you moaned out, and you were sure the neighbors would probably know his name by now. the sound of you moaning his name like that, praising him and all, had him thrusting his hips up and into the vibrations on his tip, on the verge of exploding all over his own tummy.

all he could do was moan out, looking up at you with pleasure filled eyes, furrowed eyebrows as you rode his face, fingers interlaced with yours and palming your ass together as you felt your core reach its all time high, tightening around his tongue stuffed deep into you, coming all over his face as he sucked and lapped up your juices; the sounds of your lewd moans and whimpers having him drizzling warm cum all over and making a mess of his tummy and spilling over onto the sheets.

catching your breath and crawling in front of his thighs, you used your fingers to scoop up his cum, sucking your fingers clean of the slightly salty liquid, leaving him infatuated; eyes glued to you as he propped himself up on his elbows.

you licked his lower abdomen up completely, cum decorating your lips as you ran your tongue around to savor every last drop, his heart pounding at how hot you looked doing so. his body was about as hot as yours now, jaw slack as he stared at you in awe as you sucked your finger suggestively, intense eyes on his.

"you're so hot." he breathlessly mumbled, wetting his lips with the dart of his tongue over his open mouth, sweat beading at his forehead and daring to drip down onto his flushed, glimmering face. what a beautiful sight it was from your angle.

"says you," you still had your wits about you even after being drunk off of him, both looking at each other fucked out as ever.

he couldn't contain the sudden urge to manhandle you, suddenly sitting up and crashing his lips to yours as he secured an arm around your waist and hips, quickly flipping you over onto the bed so that you lay under him, pinning your hands down and above your head and interlacing them with his.

butterflies darted down your spine and into your stomach at his sudden assertion of dominance, melting against his warm body; willing to do anything and everything for this boy.

his sweet scent wafted into your nose and you felt right at home; arching your back up and into him to be as physically close to him as humanly possible.

"you wanna be stuffed with my cock hm?" he nudged your jaw with his nose and you could feel his smirk on your skin; moving your head aside to give him the access of your neck, blowing cool air into your ear and shivering as it traveled down your steaming skin. he just knew all the right things to do to have you so overcome with such hot arousal.

and holy shit, the way his voice turned you on was a whole other story; whimpering and squirming under his body and wrapping your arms and legs all around him. it simply melted you like honey, seeping into your brain and had blood rushing directly to your clit. so breathy and deep and amazing. and hearing his moans in your ear? you just couldn't wait to hear him moaning all loud like he always does when he's fucking you good.

"please gyu," you nodded, hair staticky against the pillow as your locks fanned out all over it. leaning down, he took your cute tits into his mouth, drunk on the way he swirled his tongue around each bud, subtly rutting his hips against yours; cock flush against your folds and threatening to slip inside at any moment.

he tapped his tip against your clit, releasing a mewl from your lips. you really thought he was going to fuck you in this position, but you thought wrong. suddenly, he picked you up and flipped you over again so that you lay on your stomach, hand firm on your lower back to keep you there.

he watched you for a moment from his vantage point, the way your pretty side profile was visible as you lay your head on the pillow, attractive back that just called his chest to lay flush to it, cute ass in full display as you slightly wiggled it in anticipation.

he palmed your plush cheeks with both of his warm hands, kneading the skin deliciously and sliding them up your back. pressing them by your sides as he lowered himself down, warm chest pressed to your back, lips right next to your ear now as his warm breath spilled into the shell.

he hooks your left leg so that the back of your knee is held with his the bend of his elbow, chin resting on your shoulder with gentle kisses to your skin. the moment you've been waiting for arrives; he takes his cock and circles the tip around your slippery entrance before sliding it into you so slowly, stretching you out deliciously.

you moan loudly into the pillow, ass pressing into his stomach as he's all the way in, so deep inside of you that you can feel the weight of his balls on your clit, walls clenching him so tightly; causing him to twitch and whimper into your ear. you bury your hot face into the cold pillow, heart racing at the sound of his sexy moans and whimpers melting into your brain.

he thrusts are deep and slow until he starts slightly picking up his pace into a rhythmic pattern, rolling his hips against the plush of your butt as the subtle sound of slapping skin and both of your moans fill the room in harmony.

"this what you needed baby?" he coos against your ear out of breath, voice sweet and fanning across your skin.

"yes beomgyu oh- fuck yes," you moan out repeatedly, so dumb on his cock that you could hardly form a coherent sentence. he has an idea that will get you even more fucked out, reaching over to grab the vibrator, placing it against your swollen clit, leg still hooked in his arm and lifted at the perfect angle.

your legs begin to shake as he simultaneously ruts his perfect dick into you, hitting your g-spot as he also satisfies your clit with the delicious buzz. you can't stop moaning his name; wanting to moan his name indefinitely because of how it rolls off your tongue just perfectly.

his brown hair is messy over his sweaty forehead as you turn to look at him; his mouth half open, lips glossy and half lidded eyes, absolutely pussy drunk.

he looks so fucking hot, so perfect and sexy that you don't think twice before pulling his neck to you with your free hand, sucking his lips into a hot make out, strings of saliva connecting you when you come up for a breath.

it's not long before sweat is dripping down his neck and down onto your back, slapping sounds against your ass and high-pitched moans loud enough to be heard well outside of the room.

he turns the vibrator up one more notch, eyes rolling back in your head as you feel overtaken with everything he's giving you, his moans growing louder as he can feel the vibrations through your walls and onto his cock.

"your pussy's so perfect baby. you're so perfect and you're all mine hah-," he deeply chuckles into your neck, sucking marks onto the skin, biting your shoulder gently but sure to leave a mark when he realizes just how close he is.

cursing against your back he holds your hip in place, judging by how loud and shaky you're growing, you'll come at any moment as well. his grip on you is sure to leave bruises in the shape of his fingertips, marking you his.

nothing but i'm so close with spews of filthy words and each other's names exiting one another's mouths fill the room. his tip kissing the deepest part of you with every single thrust.

"cum all over me gyu, decorate me in your cum," you moan out as you feel him violently twitch inside you, that being the last straw before you're gripping the sheets so hard you could rip them, vigorously fluttering and clenching around his cock as you orgasm, entire body shaking.

"yeah? i can do that, watch me." he moans out of breath as he turns your chin to watch him; giving you two final thrusts before he pulls out, releasing so much cum all over your ass and back, its warmth inviting chills to the surface of your skin.

his head is thrown back, mouth open and adam's apple bobbing up and down as he moans your name mixed with profanities and other incoherent words. a sheen of sweat covers his entire body that's on full display for you, stomach tensing as he finishes releasing onto you. your insides continue to flutter, cheeks flushed from both sweat and because of how sexy he is, simply not able to take it anymore.

you collapse onto the bed and he follows right on top of you, making a mess of his own seed on himself, smearing between your back and his chest, not giving a shit about it with how fucked out you both were.

you thought you might be done, but you were only getting started.

it's three hours later and the two of you have been fucking all night, going as many more rounds as you could both muster. him on top of you, you on top of him, sideways, legs over his shoulders and nearly behind your head, legs pressed to your chest, hands above your head, hands tangled in his hair.

soft, hard, intimate, catching one another's moans in your mouths, lips puffy and red by now with nonstop making out.

and by the time you collapsed on top of him with your nth orgasm, the birds were chirping outside as the sun slowly began peeking it's bright eye through the blinds, casting warmth onto your skin and onto the now disheveled and sticky sheets.

panting and absolutely out of it, a few final i love you's were all you could physically say before you were fast asleep, sprawled out on top of him as he lay with his eyes nearly closed, tucking your hair away before placing a gentle kiss to your damp forehead.

you knew you could always count on your gyu to satisfy your horniness; on top of all the other ways in which he satisfied you. you were smiling in your sleep as the sun bathed you, his eyes soon fluttering shut.

let's hope you can walk tomorrow... was all he whispered into the damp air with a soft chuckle before falling asleep, chin resting on the crown of your head <3

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a/n: if you made it this far, tysm for reading! i got this idea so late at night like... late-night gyu hours omg. nonetheless, i hope you enjoyed! :))